Judge — September 26, 1931 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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THE GRIDDLE! JUST Boney | Urry, — MRL Sysray EDITION RELEASED SIDNEY S. LENZ’ NEW BOOK on the OFFICIAL SYSTEM of CONTRACT BIDDING Mr. Lenz’ new system of Contract Bidding, which is the basis of the Official System as adopted by the leading bridge authorities, eliminates all guessing, and definitely determines a bridge hand as fair, good or very strong. This book is pocket size. thumb indexed and provides a ready reference on any point. It explains in detail quick-tricks, normal support, how and when to bid suits of one, two and three, the correct response to each bid, no trump bids, preemptive bids, ace showing, slam bids, non-demand bids, leads, ete. Every point of the new system of contract bidding is carefully illustrated opposite each page of text. All phases of the game have been carefully analyzed by Sidney S. Lenz, fourteen times National and International Bridgeand Whist Champion. To get results—to win, at Contract—use the 1-2-3. JUDGE PUBLISHING CO., INC., 18 East 48th St., New York City. Please send me pping. I am e Send €. 0. D. at $1. Sidney S$. Lenz. NAME...... ADDiv Just the Best Time (Continued from page 11) pong is a game like tennis. You little ball over a net and it rolls off the table and gocs under a radi- ator or a divan. By chasing the balls you get a lot of exercise out of the ame and after three games your back ined, your head is bumped, and you have been put thru hine. ng us do something sensible,” I finally gasp after chasing a ball under the piano. “Let us cut out paper dolls or commit an axe murder, or have a drink... .” “There’s the first bright idea to- night,” Bunny Rabbit says. “I don’t see how you think them up.” Ray brings out a bottle and gives us a drink. proudly here was a soprano sing ing on the radio last night and I dropped a drink on the dial and im mediately that soprano began to sing “You should serve carbolic acid for a chaser with this drink,” I tell him. “Or, maybe to cool off your throat, you could serve a glass of tobasco “T made it myself,” Ray says, a bit hurt. “While blindfolded, I'll bet,” my Jack tells him, “Don’t drink it Babe,” he tells m s the hospitals are crowded now. pu think Prohibition is here yi" Ray pipes from the depth of his glass. “You would ask that,” Jack groans. “But listen, pally, by the time Pro- hibition has gone we'll all have long. gray beards, and my Babe and I will be hobbling around on canes looking for the nearest way to the poor house.” Now, Mamic, right away I knew what Jack meant but I could only blush and say, “Oh, Jack.” It was practically a proposal and meant that I and he would grow old together and sit happily in our love nest surrounded by our heirs as we fi the twilight of our married life, as it said in that picture “The Rose of Rockville Cen- ter.” I was so excited that I started to pat my hat and put the Pekinese on my head. I was simply smothered. I couldn't wait till we got home so Jack could really ask me to be his helpmate and inspiration in the Bat- tle of Life. Right after that Ray sat down on the floor and began to sing, so I f ured he was getting a bit slippe and it was time to go home as he | it of throwing things when he is slippery, which it is best not to get in the way of. So we leave. (Continued on page 31) as comicbooks.com